...Are you just going to sit there and watch me sleep?
[He leans into the arm, still stroking Paul's hair, noting how it's heavy with sweat when it's normally light and bounces. It's interesting, he thinks, as he runs his fingers through the strands.]
You're odd and I can't even blame it on the head wound.
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[He leans into the arm, still stroking Paul's hair, noting how it's heavy with sweat when it's normally light and bounces. It's interesting, he thinks, as he runs his fingers through the strands.]
You're odd and I can't even blame it on the head wound.